ever walked away from fearwhen you know that somethinginside is waitingnot a piece of cakefor anyone who's been therealready---and you won't knowunless you have comeand you trythere's a breath of fresh airand beneath the drizzling windyou can hear a whistlea crynot of an owlmaybe an angelor somehow you thinka ghostwho could it beyou look aroundand only seeing a shadowfrom where you stand